Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Breath Of An MC, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Tears Of A Clown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Last Breath Of An MC |
I can’t remember the day |
But I remember the night |
The first time in my life |
Had an mc fight |
Caterpilla killa lyrics spit like venom |
Only thang my mind said was nigga go and get em |
I ducked and bust |
And started cussing at them maggots |
Niggas started pulling fresh rhymes out the cabinet |
My flow got quicker like Machine Gun Kelly |
Some MCs got hit even though they wasn’t ready |
Watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor |
And pose like a pimp in your girl’s prom picture |
I watched MCs die like soldiers in war |
Everybody for themself so there ain’t no score |
This nigga bust a verse that he didn’t rehearse |
And got snatched from the earth like an old lady’s purse |
The freestyle had mothafuckas on their backs |
But felt the attack from the gangsta rap |
Last breath of an MC |
I hit the weed like a champ as I let raps fly |
And best believe when I die |
Man in my mind I’ll be high |
I saw old MCs thati had wounded bad |
And if I slipped I could tell |
They would take they chance |
So like Rambo 1 man I drew first blood |
And hit em in the neck with two rap slugs |
MCs brought gats and bats one had an axe |
Before he took a swack man I got him in the back |
With pimp game rhyme |
The moneys all mines |
12 o’clock midnight me and him bond |
MC females they slipped in and heard |
Before they got close man I put em on the curb |
With 'em lookin' |
You see my vocal box start cookin' |
Screams were heard from frisco down to Brooklyn |
I dont do it for the fun cause I’m a MC rival |
Fuck if you a champion I dont want your title |
Last breath of an MC Feel me |
A 12 gauge stage |
Displayed wit all rage |
Bet yo last dollar it will make front page |
It lasted all night |
MCs filled the block |
Some dead with they eyes open |
Rap shell-shocked |
Hip hop was left-handed |
He packed two gats |
Just in case he ran into gangsta rap |
Bodies lay some hurt |
Still trying to get away |
But if they get away |
They will return another day |
But I kill em |
Hit em with just enough venom |
Eyes wide open until the cops come and get em |
I pause, my dialogue attempt to catch my breath |
But before I knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest |
Caught off guard by an MC flow oh no |
My mind start to click like a black fo-fo |
Rapid repeated rhymes that went for his throat |
And after he died I spit raps at his ghost |
Man I’m hurt |
I can see the cops start to lurk |
I hit one with a rap |
That had 'em squirmin' in the dirt |
I start to Hurl I think about my old girl |
Baby you had the best pussy in the world |
I felt my heart start to collapse |
I’mma hate to leave the game like that |
I felt another rhyme dig deep into my spine |
Just when I was about to hit a pig with another line |
I’ll see ya next time |
Last breath of an MC |